White Horse (BG)White horse on the grassFar has gone away into the fieldAt home a harness is all in silverBut she needs onlyliberty.

Stableman in worry on his feet – well, what's with
you?The whole day he calls, writesAnd she shakes her maneAnd as if she doesn't hear.Solid ground and a long wayFrom a fire into flameMany who wanted bring her backNot one didn't know the name.